CHAPTER#5
A/N: Thank-you so much to everyone who has reviewed. I forgot to mention this in the previous chapters, but I purposely left out where they were in Europe because I didn't want anyone to take offense to it. Just to let you know.
"And she's my daughter."
"She's your what" Ross asked, incredulous.
"They said the paternity test came back positive."
"I don't understand this." Ross said. "I mean how could you?"
"Excuse me," Chandler said.
"Well," Ross said, angrily, "If you have a child, there needs to be a mother."
Chandler didn't know what to say.
"I can't believe you would do something like that, Chandler. How could you cheat on Monica? How could you cheat on my sister? I thought you loved her."
The last few words hit Chandler's threshold. "How could you say something like that? I loved her more than anything else in this world, I still do, and you know I would never hurt her." Chandler felt tears spring to his eyes.
Ross heard the honesty in his brother-in-law's voice, and sighed. "I'm sorry, man, but how do you explain this?"
"I honestly don't know." Chandler said.
"For the last four years, I've only been with Monica."
"Are you absolutely sure? You didn't get drunk at a party and wake up not remembering anything?"
"I'm sure."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes.
It was Joey who finally asked what they were all thinking. "Is there any way Alyssa could be Monica's daughter?"
"They told me there was no way they could still be alive." Phoebe said quietly.
Again everyone was silent.
"She has her eyes." Chandler finally said. All eyes turned to him in a questioning look. "Alyssa," he said. "She has Monica's eyes. I noticed that as soon as I saw her."
Monica sighed, sadly as she looked down at the small bundle in her arms. It was her baby. Her and Chandler's. She had named the small girl Samantha, as she knew Chandler had liked the name. Monica had not been able to name her other child. The second twin to be born. The one that had died. Although Albert had done his best at bringing her extra vitamins and vegetables, both babies had been born somewhat malnourished. Samantha had been the lucky one. Albert had almost immediately taken away the second born, Monica had not even gotten a chance to hold her. Apparently she had been a stillborn. Monica felt Rachel pull her into a hug, careful of Samantha, who was now sandwidged between them. Monica began to cry.
Albert sighed sadly at the sight in the small cell in front of him. He watched as Rachel comforted Monica for the loss of the other child. He knew it was very hard on Monica, but he also knew he had done the right thing in not telling her. Monica had given birth to Samantha, only to immediately go back into labor. As soon as he realized she was having twins, a plan formulated in Albert's mind. He would take the child to her father's. It was her only chance to survive. There was no getting out of this place alive, and he knew it. He had secretly given the child to a friend with very specific instructions. He wished he could have sent both children, but his superiors had known of her pregnancy. They expected to see a child, but not two.
As much as he hated doing it, he had delivered the second child and immediately took her away, ignoring the mother's urgent cries to bring her back. He had soon told her the second child had died, that she had been too malnourished. It was better this way, he told himself. If she didn't know anything, she could accidentally let it slip that the other child was in New York, with her father. Albert had also told the father nothing. He knew it would be his head if his superiors found out about this. He couldn't let that happen.
Chandler sat on the windowsill, watching the rain fall, as he felt a tear run down his cheek. He looked down at Alyssa, who was sleeping quietly in his arms. She was now approximately two weeks old, and had been living with Chandler for a week. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Monica's child. His and Monica's child. He wondered for the billionth time how this had happened.
Chandler had called the police, who had not believed this was her child, as they couldn't do a DNA test with out any DNA from Monica to test. Shortly after, Chandler had hired a PI, who did some research and told him Monica had probably been kept alive until she had the child.
Chandler wondered if Monica had been able to see Alyssa, whether or not she knew Alyssa had been sent to him. Did she know? Was she glad? Did she trust him the raise their daughter alone? And the thought he thought and hoped for the most: Was she still alive? His PI had been doubtful, but said he would look into it. She had most likely been killed immediately following Alyssa's birth.
Chandler's hopefulness remained stronger than everyone else for a long time. He was hopeful through the following weeks, but the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into years.
Approximately four years later.
Chandler watched his daughter blow out all four candles on the cake in front of her. She had turned four today, well they weren't positive of her birth date, and so they made it today. Everyone cheered for Alyssa and sang happy birthday.
Chandler hugged his daughter and wished Monica could be there. After no word, he had accepted he would never see her again, but he still missed her at times. So much had changed since she and Rachel had disappeared.
Ross had gotten married, again. They often joked with him, saying fourth times the charm. Her name was Kelly, and she had immediately become a mother figure for Emma, which Ross was grateful for. They also had a baby boy, Evan, who was 1 and a half.
Phoebe and Mike had gotten married and had twin girls, Holly and Anna, who were two.
Joey had never found 'the one' and Chandler suspected it had something to do with the loss of Rachel. Joey had never truly gotten over her, and he had recently admitted to Chandler that right before the trip, he and Rachel had talked a few times about their feelings for one another. Joey had never gotten over the 'what ifs' about him and Rachel. He had all but given up on dating and concentrated on his career, which was flourishing. He was still acting on DOOL and had now done several movies. He was quickly making a name for himself.
Chandler, also, had all but given up on dating. He allowed his friends to set him up every once in a while, but it never amounted to anything. Most times the girl would freak a out about the fact that he was a single father, but this didn't bother Chandler, as he didn't want to be with anyone anyway. Well, he did, but she was dead.
Chandler sighed as he watched Alyssa opening presents. She was so beautiful. She was like the perfect mix of both her parents, with Chandler's sandy blond hair and Monica's piercing blue eyes. No one had any doubts now as to who her mother was. There was no way this was anyone, but Monica's child.
Monica stepped carefully off of the back of the truck, holding Samantha protectively. She didn't know where they were. They had been loaded onto a truck inside a large storage room. They had traveled for several hours before coming to a stop.
Rachel stepped down beside Monica, and looked around. They seemed to be in a clearing on a dirt road. The men who had brought them here began to talk to one another, in another language.
"How're you doing, Sam?" Rachel asked.
"I'm okay, Auntie Rachel," the small girl replied. Rachel smiled at her. She looked so much like her father. She had done her best to help raise her. She and Monica tried to describe and explain things about the real world, but it was difficult. Samantha was still very young, and had never experience things normal children would have. She had never had ice cream, or watched television, or met her father, or even met a male who was nice, as Albert had been transferred before her first birthday. Monica consistently told Samantha about her father, telling her that he was one of the good ones. They had also made Samantha memorize his name, so if she ever got out with out her mother and aunt she could find him, but again, Samantha didn't understand. She didn't understand they were being held against their will, she didn't understand there were good people out there. She didn't even understand what out there was. She had never seen the world outside the small cell that she had been born it, that is until know.
Samantha was staring up and around interested. She finally spoke. "Mommy, where is the light coming from?"
Tears sprang to Monica's eyes as she realized her daughter had never seen sunlight before. It was all so unfair. Monica and Rachel had had 30 years to live, but Samantha had never had a chance. "It's called sunlight, sweetie. It comes from the sky. Do you remember when aunt Rachel and I explained about outside." She nodded. "And the sun?" Again she nodded. "Well, the light comes from the sun." Samantha nodded, accepting the explanation. Monica smiled at her and looked up to see a second truck traveling down the road towards them.
The truck stopped and they were herded onto it. They were taken on another long drive and were placed in another cell, similar to the last one. This happened repeatedly over the next few moths, and the tension levels in the people keeping them there was up. They knew something was happening.
One day, while Rachel and Monica were in the middle of telling Samantha a story about the gang, they heard gunshots, lots of it. And yelling. They immediately rushed to the corner of the cell, holding Samantha between them, protecting her. The fighting didn't last long, and they were soon met with complete silence. Not knowing what to do, Rachel carefully backed away form the corner and traveled to the front of the cell. She saw many bodies lying, bleeding, on the ground, and averted her eyes. She saw movement to her left and glanced over to see a man walking towards her. He had seen her to.
A/N: I'm so sorry about the delay, but I have exams this week, and projects due and I just didn't have any spare time. I hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you think, and remember, be brutally honest. I hope to get the next chapter up soon.(
A/N: Thank-you so much to everyone who has reviewed. I forgot to mention this in the previous chapters, but I purposely left out where they were in Europe because I didn't want anyone to take offense to it. Just to let you know.
"And she's my daughter."
"She's your what" Ross asked, incredulous.
"They said the paternity test came back positive."
"I don't understand this." Ross said. "I mean how could you?"
"Excuse me," Chandler said.
"Well," Ross said, angrily, "If you have a child, there needs to be a mother."
Chandler didn't know what to say.
"I can't believe you would do something like that, Chandler. How could you cheat on Monica? How could you cheat on my sister? I thought you loved her."
The last few words hit Chandler's threshold. "How could you say something like that? I loved her more than anything else in this world, I still do, and you know I would never hurt her." Chandler felt tears spring to his eyes.
Ross heard the honesty in his brother-in-law's voice, and sighed. "I'm sorry, man, but how do you explain this?"
"I honestly don't know." Chandler said.
"For the last four years, I've only been with Monica."
"Are you absolutely sure? You didn't get drunk at a party and wake up not remembering anything?"
"I'm sure."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes.
It was Joey who finally asked what they were all thinking. "Is there any way Alyssa could be Monica's daughter?"
"They told me there was no way they could still be alive." Phoebe said quietly.
Again everyone was silent.
"She has her eyes." Chandler finally said. All eyes turned to him in a questioning look. "Alyssa," he said. "She has Monica's eyes. I noticed that as soon as I saw her."
Monica sighed, sadly as she looked down at the small bundle in her arms. It was her baby. Her and Chandler's. She had named the small girl Samantha, as she knew Chandler had liked the name. Monica had not been able to name her other child. The second twin to be born. The one that had died. Although Albert had done his best at bringing her extra vitamins and vegetables, both babies had been born somewhat malnourished. Samantha had been the lucky one. Albert had almost immediately taken away the second born, Monica had not even gotten a chance to hold her. Apparently she had been a stillborn. Monica felt Rachel pull her into a hug, careful of Samantha, who was now sandwidged between them. Monica began to cry.
Albert sighed sadly at the sight in the small cell in front of him. He watched as Rachel comforted Monica for the loss of the other child. He knew it was very hard on Monica, but he also knew he had done the right thing in not telling her. Monica had given birth to Samantha, only to immediately go back into labor. As soon as he realized she was having twins, a plan formulated in Albert's mind. He would take the child to her father's. It was her only chance to survive. There was no getting out of this place alive, and he knew it. He had secretly given the child to a friend with very specific instructions. He wished he could have sent both children, but his superiors had known of her pregnancy. They expected to see a child, but not two.
As much as he hated doing it, he had delivered the second child and immediately took her away, ignoring the mother's urgent cries to bring her back. He had soon told her the second child had died, that she had been too malnourished. It was better this way, he told himself. If she didn't know anything, she could accidentally let it slip that the other child was in New York, with her father. Albert had also told the father nothing. He knew it would be his head if his superiors found out about this. He couldn't let that happen.
Chandler sat on the windowsill, watching the rain fall, as he felt a tear run down his cheek. He looked down at Alyssa, who was sleeping quietly in his arms. She was now approximately two weeks old, and had been living with Chandler for a week. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Monica's child. His and Monica's child. He wondered for the billionth time how this had happened.
Chandler had called the police, who had not believed this was her child, as they couldn't do a DNA test with out any DNA from Monica to test. Shortly after, Chandler had hired a PI, who did some research and told him Monica had probably been kept alive until she had the child.
Chandler wondered if Monica had been able to see Alyssa, whether or not she knew Alyssa had been sent to him. Did she know? Was she glad? Did she trust him the raise their daughter alone? And the thought he thought and hoped for the most: Was she still alive? His PI had been doubtful, but said he would look into it. She had most likely been killed immediately following Alyssa's birth.
Chandler's hopefulness remained stronger than everyone else for a long time. He was hopeful through the following weeks, but the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into years.
Approximately four years later.
Chandler watched his daughter blow out all four candles on the cake in front of her. She had turned four today, well they weren't positive of her birth date, and so they made it today. Everyone cheered for Alyssa and sang happy birthday.
Chandler hugged his daughter and wished Monica could be there. After no word, he had accepted he would never see her again, but he still missed her at times. So much had changed since she and Rachel had disappeared.
Ross had gotten married, again. They often joked with him, saying fourth times the charm. Her name was Kelly, and she had immediately become a mother figure for Emma, which Ross was grateful for. They also had a baby boy, Evan, who was 1 and a half.
Phoebe and Mike had gotten married and had twin girls, Holly and Anna, who were two.
Joey had never found 'the one' and Chandler suspected it had something to do with the loss of Rachel. Joey had never truly gotten over her, and he had recently admitted to Chandler that right before the trip, he and Rachel had talked a few times about their feelings for one another. Joey had never gotten over the 'what ifs' about him and Rachel. He had all but given up on dating and concentrated on his career, which was flourishing. He was still acting on DOOL and had now done several movies. He was quickly making a name for himself.
Chandler, also, had all but given up on dating. He allowed his friends to set him up every once in a while, but it never amounted to anything. Most times the girl would freak a out about the fact that he was a single father, but this didn't bother Chandler, as he didn't want to be with anyone anyway. Well, he did, but she was dead.
Chandler sighed as he watched Alyssa opening presents. She was so beautiful. She was like the perfect mix of both her parents, with Chandler's sandy blond hair and Monica's piercing blue eyes. No one had any doubts now as to who her mother was. There was no way this was anyone, but Monica's child.
Monica stepped carefully off of the back of the truck, holding Samantha protectively. She didn't know where they were. They had been loaded onto a truck inside a large storage room. They had traveled for several hours before coming to a stop.
Rachel stepped down beside Monica, and looked around. They seemed to be in a clearing on a dirt road. The men who had brought them here began to talk to one another, in another language.
"How're you doing, Sam?" Rachel asked.
"I'm okay, Auntie Rachel," the small girl replied. Rachel smiled at her. She looked so much like her father. She had done her best to help raise her. She and Monica tried to describe and explain things about the real world, but it was difficult. Samantha was still very young, and had never experience things normal children would have. She had never had ice cream, or watched television, or met her father, or even met a male who was nice, as Albert had been transferred before her first birthday. Monica consistently told Samantha about her father, telling her that he was one of the good ones. They had also made Samantha memorize his name, so if she ever got out with out her mother and aunt she could find him, but again, Samantha didn't understand. She didn't understand they were being held against their will, she didn't understand there were good people out there. She didn't even understand what out there was. She had never seen the world outside the small cell that she had been born it, that is until know.
Samantha was staring up and around interested. She finally spoke. "Mommy, where is the light coming from?"
Tears sprang to Monica's eyes as she realized her daughter had never seen sunlight before. It was all so unfair. Monica and Rachel had had 30 years to live, but Samantha had never had a chance. "It's called sunlight, sweetie. It comes from the sky. Do you remember when aunt Rachel and I explained about outside." She nodded. "And the sun?" Again she nodded. "Well, the light comes from the sun." Samantha nodded, accepting the explanation. Monica smiled at her and looked up to see a second truck traveling down the road towards them.
The truck stopped and they were herded onto it. They were taken on another long drive and were placed in another cell, similar to the last one. This happened repeatedly over the next few moths, and the tension levels in the people keeping them there was up. They knew something was happening.
One day, while Rachel and Monica were in the middle of telling Samantha a story about the gang, they heard gunshots, lots of it. And yelling. They immediately rushed to the corner of the cell, holding Samantha between them, protecting her. The fighting didn't last long, and they were soon met with complete silence. Not knowing what to do, Rachel carefully backed away form the corner and traveled to the front of the cell. She saw many bodies lying, bleeding, on the ground, and averted her eyes. She saw movement to her left and glanced over to see a man walking towards her. He had seen her to.
A/N: I'm so sorry about the delay, but I have exams this week, and projects due and I just didn't have any spare time. I hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you think, and remember, be brutally honest. I hope to get the next chapter up soon.(